Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Female dancer Zhang Liping danced gracefully to the choral recording she had just heard.

Although she was dressed casually, her figure was still graceful and stunning, like a peacock spreading its wings and soaring through the air.

The subtle expressions on her face, changing with her movements and the music, are equally rich and varied, drawing the viewer into her graceful dance.

"Wow~ You danced so beautifully!"

"I feel like I could just change into my dance costume and go straight onto the stage..."

"As expected of a top-tier dance artist, so cool!"

"Teacher Yue Heng's song and Teacher Li Ping's peacock dance are a perfect match!"

"I can't wait to rehearse with Teacher Zhang Liping..."

The choir members, who had gathered around, watched Zhang Liping's graceful dance.

They instinctively cupped their hands to their chests and exclaimed in unison, full of admiration.

Some people kept glancing at Wang Yueheng.

I thought to myself, faced with such a perfect and elegant dance, this usually strict singer wouldn't have any more complaints...

However, Wang Yueheng's face remained calm, showing no change in emotion.

"Hmph, scared, huh?"

Looking at the enraptured expressions of the elders in the choir around her, Yang Xiaocai felt a smug and secretly pleased with herself.

My aunt's dance has won world-class awards, it would be strange if it didn't move people!

Then her gaze fell on Wang Yueheng, who had just boasted about giving choreography instructions.

I wanted to see the look of surprise and shock on the face of this arrogant singer.

However, to her surprise...

The male singer maintained a serious and focused expression, showing none of the excitement or agitation that others displayed.

He didn't even smile; his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and he only nodded occasionally to the rhythm of the music.

It's like a judge watching a contestant's performance on stage, waiting for the subsequent scoring and explanation.

"That's outrageous!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaocai frowned and pouted, feeling displeased.

"Teacher Liping dances so well, why does Wang Yueheng still look so indifferent?"

"Could it be that they really want to change Master's dance?"

"What a waste of all the love I have for his songs, he's just an arrogant guy..."

Several members of the dance troupe standing near the entrance were also like Xiao Caiqi.

Seeing Wang Yueheng's unyielding expression, she secretly harbored resentment.

If it were other domestic singers or celebrities, they wouldn't even wave their arms in response.

At the very least, they all looked excited and full of praise.

What kind of attitude is Wang Yueheng's scrutinizing expression towards the trainees?

"Um?"

Soon, Wang Yueheng, who was focused on appreciating and studying Zhang Liping's dance, noticed something amiss in the crowd in front of him.

He suddenly noticed that the [S2 level fan] tag above one of the dancers' heads had instantly changed to [S1 level fan].

Many people's faces revealed their dissatisfaction with themselves.

Upon seeing this, Wang Yueheng couldn't help but chuckle.

I didn't do anything, so how did I offend so many people?

However, he immediately realized the problem by observing the emotions of the choir members behind him.

I guess my expression was too serious.

So much so that these proud dancers in front of them thought they looked down on their teacher Zhang Liping's dance.

In fact, Wang Yueheng had been carefully memorizing and analyzing Zhang Liping's every move.

Then try to visualize the most perfect physical expression in your mind.